FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0014
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The security droid leads you down the hall at an uneven cadence, her audibly malfunctioning machinery causing her several small stumbles. You eventually arrive in a small office, neatly kept but its simple desk and chairs covered in a thin layer of dust.
“Please have a seat,” the security droid says with a cordial tone. “A human representative will be along shortlyyyy.”